258. Many Sons to Glory Bringing
8.7.8.7.
by Mary Bowley
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Many sons to glory bringing,
God sets forth His heavenly name;
On we march, in chorus singing,
"Worthy the ascended Lamb!"
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God, who gave the blood to screen us,
God looks down in perfect love;
Clouds may seem to pass between us,
There’s no change in Him above.
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Though the restless foe accuses,
Sins recounting like a flood,
Every charge our God refuses:
Christ has answered with His blood.
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In the refuge God provided,
Though the world’s destruction lowers,
We are safe — to Christ confided,
Everlasting life is ours.
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And, ere long, when come to glory,
We shall sing a well-known strain,
This — the never-tiring story —
"Worthy is the Lamb once slain!"